There was a little girl who loved lollipops very much since she was a child. Every time she went out on the street, all she wanted was lollipops. When her father came home, she wanted that, too. Grandma always joked that only puppies like to eat it, so it was called "dogs licking candy". The little girl pursed her mouth and said "No". But I will still reach out my little hand to pick up the lollipop that grandma handed me. She won't admit that she is a puppy, just like the little girl in Green Forest doesn't want William to call her "dog".
As I get older, I can't keep biting lollipops like I did when I was a child. I just miss that feeling. At that time, the taste of lollipops was monotonous, and the packaging was not particularly beautiful, but I thought it was really delicious.
In the era when many people are fascinated by roses, lollipop fever has arisen on campus again. At this time, even older children can bite lollipops, and of course, she has become one of them. Even the friends around her are affected.
In Grade Two, the girl's deskmate was a boy with beautiful big eyes and long eyelashes. I remember that when she was sitting next to him in the first year of high school, she sat at the same table with him for two weeks. They were particularly talkative because of a friend they shared. But after that, boys rarely even say hello when they meet, and girls don't understand. Didn't they talk so well before? How did it suddenly become like this? But it can only be like this. Maybe that's his personality. When they sit at the same table again, they seem to be back to their former appearance, still talking and laughing all day. The girl asked the boy why such a good deskmate treated him like that later. It was an unexpected promise, because "the girl went to school in the city for a year" was too surprising, because he said that when she was studying in the city, she always thought that the children in the city were bad and felt that the girls were also bad at school. I don't know when the boy will secretly put his hand under the girl's hand. The girl who has always been attentive accidentally touched a warm hand and shrank back like a spasm, flying over her face with a brilliant hongxia. Of course, always gentle, she can't help saying that you want to die. I don't know when girls always bring one more lollipop every time they go to buy it. When my best friend saw it, she asked why she still took one more. She always said this was the grain reserve for self-study tonight. When I started to bring it back, it was really my own grain reserves at night, because the boy didn't feel like eating when the girl lifted the lollipop. Finally, one day, the girl peeled it off and stuffed it into his mouth, and he ate the lollipop, but he kept burying his head. It turned out that he didn't stop eating, but he was afraid that others would see him and laugh at him because he was a big man. Boys often find a lollipop in the desk here when they come back from eating. It is fruity and usually sour and sweet. The boy tasted her kindness, and the girl got to know the boy's innocence for the first time. In fact, he told the story twice, but she still liked to listen to it. The story of him and his lamb, the little boy who even cried because he was sick and gave the lamb an injection, was so simple in her heart. Maybe when you are young, you don't know what love is. Life goes by like this, and boys occasionally put it in the hands of girls, which won't prevent them from becoming best friends. When they can't speak, they always tear off pages of various papers and convey the simple little happiness of two people in silent language. In a self-study class stealing food, the girl tore off the bread and stuffed it into the boy's mouth. The boy stared straight ahead. It turned out that the head teacher came, and the girl blushed. She didn't mean anything else, just because she couldn't finish eating it, it was a pity to waste it, but it would be misunderstood by the teacher. So she ran away and secretly moved her desk with him to the front row without saying a word.
After leaving for the second time, the boy was a little sad. He asked with a flying note if he was afraid of this "wolf". If he could, he would never put his hand under her again. When the girl told him, he could only acquiesce. Only from then on, their notes will pass through "thousands of tables and thousands of people" from the last beat, and the short words will leap in the air, and the warm heart will also be conveyed in the leap of the notes. One lollipop fell into the boy's desk unconsciously. But it's hard to really chat together, because it's so far away. I will only say a word or two through a small opportunity. I remember that he would always accompany him at the window to look at the distant stars and tell the words in his heart on the evening of class activities. One day, the boy said that there were too many lollipops in his place, which he could not bear to eat, and they were piled up one by one at the bedside, which made the girl feel a little happy.
The days passed lightly. On a weekend afternoon, they went out for a walk together. On the long railway, she walked on the narrow track. His warm hand tried to hold her, but she refused. At the moment when she was about to fall, the boy reached out and she no longer refused. But looking at the people coming and going, she broke away from his hand and walked a long way. Night came, the girl got off the track and the boy was tight. The boy kept holding the girl's hand, as if to crush her in his own. Their palms were all sweaty. The girl felt the boy's heavy breathing, which touched every nerve of her, a feeling she had never experienced before. The boy stopped, gently pushed the girl's hair and hugged her at once. The girl's heart was beating violently, but she pushed him away. Then the two men walked forward as before. Inadvertently, the boy quickly printed a kiss on the girl's cheek, and the girl stared at him stupidly. The boy couldn't help holding the girl, and the messy kiss fell on the girl's face. The girl's hand reached out to the sky as if trying to catch something, but she didn't push the boy away until the boy's lips fell on hers. His breathing was so heavy that the girl felt that her lips were bitten by the boy. Too painful, too excited, or too happy, she doesn't know, the boy said sorry like a child who made a mistake. Then they walked back to school at a distance.
It was the first kiss of the girls and the last kiss of their youthful taste. The boy went back to his old school and left without warning.
nowadays, it is pale to commemorate what has passed away with words. There is no way to know the whereabouts of girls and boys, and the story can only end here. Maybe we should thank the sour youth for leaving us so many things.